shower
first shower was to disguise the hot tears. second shower was to tidy the thoughts. third and final shower was to refresh anew.there are many words i can use, but there's no point in repeating. i feel utterly hopeless now. but ya. refresh. please.the thing is that, although there are always more reasons to be happy than to be sad, happiness is always taken for granted, meanwhile sadness always kicks you that much harder because everything will all seem to crumble together. i just sit down in the corner spiraling ever south.i'm lucky because
i have two caring parents, i'm well off, i'm in school, i've no disabilities, i have friends, i can survive the week if i strivebecause
the world can be startlingly beautiful at times, there's music to be discovered, there is air, water and sailing is still as amazing as it has ever been.yet woe is me because i get shot down despite giving my all, time in school has never been so fruitless before, i'm being denied everything that i take pleasure in. i haven't sailed in a month and i feel horrible. oh man even the thought of meals bore me. i drag my feet cuz they weigh a ton. the mind is loaded.even the thought of the many times that i've fallen and picked myself up again is depressing. damn i've never entertained thoughts of giving up so often. i don't hear you no more i don't hear you no more.
shower. shower of affection.
Strummed at 11:36 PM (x)